Suzuki Manor
Disaster!
Disaster is coming!!
The words of his trusted subordinate hit Shiro Suzuki like a heavy hammer to the chest. It felt as if his heart was about to burst.
Where did Sae Chabashira go?
To Seiran Mizunotsuki's house?
How could she go to his house!?
How could this be allowed!?
"Speak! Explain it to me clearly!"
Shiro couldn't sit still anymore.
Damn it!
He was still racking his brains on how to please the Extraordinary Person, Seiran Mizunotsuki. But he was suddenly handed bombshell news that could destroy his family.
Similarly, Jirokichi Suzuki's eyes turned red.
He might be impatient, but he was also the second-in-command of the Suzuki Zaibatsu. He held the reins of many companies. He was a sensible person when it mattered.
He knew that this kind of situation was not a joke. The slightest mistake would lead to total annihilation.
The face of the trusted subordinate became even paler. He repeated the Metropolitan Police Department's warning almost dizzily.
"Miss Chabashira arrived at the residence of Lord Mizunotsuki, and…"
He paused, swallowing hard.
"She stayed the night."
"..."
She didn't come back all night.
What a night!
Shiro Suzuki's face turned blue. He was so angry that his expression distorted.
But after taking a deep puff of his cigarette, his demeanor slowly returned to a terrifying calm.
His eyes were cold. So cold that he didn't look like a living person.
I was caught in a trap…
Who would have thought?
A little girl who wasn't even treated as a human being by the family had been bold enough to make such a move at such a critical time.
And the most important thing was: She actually succeeded.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the manor was dead silent, like the snow in a cold winter.
After a brief stagnation, Jirokichi suddenly roared and rushed toward the trash can in the corner of the room.
The Secure Phone!
The Secure Phone is still there!
He rummaged through the waste like a scavenger until he found the dedicated communication device he had thrown away earlier. He checked it frantically. It wasn't damaged. It could still be used.
He let out a breath of relief.
Fortunately.
It's good that it can still be used.
If it's still usable, it means that Sae hasn't blocked us yet. It means the Suzuki Zaibatsu hasn't completely abandoned this chess piece… No.
Distant Relative!
She is my beloved blood relative from the Suzuki family!
"Shiro, maybe this is not a bad thing," Jirokichi said, his voice terribly calm now that his impatience had faded.
After all, they were the helmsmen of a Zaibatsu. Their mentality could not be completely broken by a single setback.
They still had a chance. Moreover, it was an opportunity to turn losses into profits and reverse the situation entirely.
Shiro nodded and took the secure phone.
Indeed. At first glance, this matter seemed to be the end of the Suzuki Zaibatsu. If Sae sought revenge, they were doomed.
But in fact, this situation hid huge wealth.
When did I, Shiro Suzuki, ever say that I would abandon my blood relatives?
Blood is thicker than water. How could that be described as "abandoning"?
Obviously, Shiro had made a choice.
Although this choice was forced upon them by a "little woman," and they had no room to be picky, this was exactly what Shiro wanted to see.
It was difficult for the Suzuki family to get close to Seiran directly. But Sae Chabashira had taken the initiative to extend an "olive branch" (her body).
A disaster turned into a blessing.
It wasn't that the Suzuki Zaibatsu was all-powerful and could change fate, but that Shiro knew how to look at problems from a different perspective.
He believed that as long as Sae could see the situation clearly, she would never push the Suzuki family away.
With the Suzuki Zaibatsu as her "in-laws," she could sit securely and at ease next to Seiran. Otherwise, how many evil spirits were waiting for her to fall into the water? She probably couldn't see them all clearly herself.
"Call her now?" Jirokichi asked.
"No."
Shiro didn't plan to call right away. He just sent an email.
An email that was both logical and emotional.
Soon, the ringtone of the secure phone sounded. To Shiro, it sounded like the music of heaven.
Shiro's expression instantly changed from cold calculation to that of a gentle, kind elder.
"Ms. Chabashira… You don't mind me calling you my Niece, do you?"
His voice was warm and affectionate.
"You are right. There is indeed a page for you in the family tree of my Suzuki family. You have been wronged all these years."
"Don't worry. I, Shiro Suzuki, promise you that tomorrow—no! Today!"
"My Suzuki Zaibatsu will announce to the public today that as a blood relative of the Suzuki family, you will become an heir to the Suzuki Zaibatsu!"
Mizunotsuki Residence
On the other side of the line, Sae Chabashira hung up the phone in a daze.
She suddenly felt like she was dreaming.
This unreal situation gave her an inexplicably complex feeling. She looked silently at the secure phone, which she had never discarded last night. She had always regarded it as a potential life-saving straw, just in case.
She originally thought she was a mature adult who had struggled for too many years to have the luxury of tears.
But when she touched her cheek, she found it was wet.
So that's it. Am I not mature enough yet?
After thinking for a while, she placed the secure phone in the most conspicuous place beside the bed.
She was not going to hide this from Seiran.
Because she knew exactly who brought her this current power and status.
Since her main power lay with Seiran, she needed to spend all her thoughts on him. Whether it was being coquettish or honest, she had to please him.
Seiran Mizunotsuki was the source of all her power.
Then, she relaxed into the bed sheets, her body softening as if she were about to melt.
Yes.
I want to go another round…
Downstairs.
Seiran paused in his scrolling through the Internet.
His spiritual sense picked up everything upstairs.
Sure enough.
Even if he had extraordinary powers and was the Mastermind behind the scenes, facing the top mortal forces in the world—such as the Zaibatsu—required caution.
They were the elites and "heroes" of the secular world. This was an irrefutable fact. They adapted fast.
But Seiran would not belittle himself. Because even Zaibatsus and heroes had to dance in the palm of his hand.
In his eyes, they were nothing more than ants. The only difference was that some ants were bigger than others.
And his own identity exposed to the public eye was currently a "Special Lucky Character." Not too high, not too low—just enough to receive the "sugar-coated bullets" of the powerful.
If there were changes in the future, he would simply rise higher.
Finally, Seiran turned his attention back to his screen.
The convenience of the Internet had also been targeted by the Mastermind.
The speed of information dissemination… seems usable.
LINE.
The largest and most popular communication app in Japan.
At this time, a bizarre forum post had actually suppressed the heat caused by the thunderstorm last night in a short period of time.
[Question: What is it like to wake up in a bed that is hundreds of square meters wide every day?]
Scrolling down the post, all kinds of stupid comments emerged one after another.
[Comment 1]: Huh? Are you still asleep? Do you know how big "hundreds of square meters" is? That's the size of a house, not a bed!
[Comment 2]: I know, I know. Let me go to your house and kick you to see if your brain is still connected to your neck!
[Comment 3]: The OP is such a dreamer. Can your house even accommodate a bed of hundreds of square meters?
[Comment 4]: Get out of the way! Let me handle him! I'm going to sprinkle some piss to wake him up!
[Comment 5]: No! I came here first! My diabetes makes my piss sweet—don't let him taste any sweetness!
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